It happened overnight
Small bits of snowy white
Floating from heaven
Kissed this earth to sleep
Without wild winds
Or drifting piles
It spread its glowing comforter
Then tiptoed off to bed
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 6 Jan 2017
Image found at wallpapersafari.com
Response to WordPress Daily Prompt: Float
dancing flakelings
on frigid north wind
powder earthlings
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Just before sunrise today, backdropped by a blue sky, I watched a 15-minute show from my bedroom window. A chaotic wind sent small snowflakes twisting and turning through the air. Running back and forth as though they couldn’t make up their minds which way to go.
Right now the sky is blue, the sun is up, the stiff wind has shifted to the west, powder snow is resting on the ground and we have a chill factor in the single digits. A good day to stay inside with a hot cup of tea.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 11 February 2016
Photo from masslive.com; taken by staff photographer Dave Roback
Eyes ache
Ears miss birdsong
Body tires of
Indoor exercise
Confining
Repetitive
Winter
Tell me, Winter
Why so sparse
So barren
Even potted plants
Grow tiresome
Droop
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bone-chilling north wind
howls against tight-locked window
rattles my slumber
wren pecks iced suet
flicker picks frozen berries
I pick up hot tea
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Click on flicker photo to see how cold it was–
fluffed feathers, scrunched neck and, as I recall,
a blustery -5 degrees Fahrenheit.
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 3 February 2015
Photo credit: DAFraser, February 2015
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Telling the Truth 